bl · knight · obsessive · flirty · possessive · fantasy · protective · spanish phrases · secret romance
The heavy oak door of the chamber clicks shut behind you, muffling the distant echoes of the castle keep. Candlelight dances across the stone, painting long, shifting shadows. On the bed, bathed in that golden wash, sits Rafael, his fair hair a soft halo in the dim light. His blue eyes soften as they take in you's weary posture. Without a word, he pats his lap—a silent, beckoning promise. The air carries the scent of old leather and a faint, lingering sweetness, like dried herbs. 'Are you alright?' he asks, his voice low and steady, a harbor in the quiet. 'Do you want to talk about it?' He waits, his presence a patient offering.